The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The parchment is wet. You feel the dampness seep through the leather of your glove, cold and slick, as you clutch the forged letter to your chest. It is a small thing, a scrap of expensive vellum that costs more than your weekly wage, promising the erasure of the twelve pounds and four shillings you owe to the Crown. Outside, the bells of St. Jude’s are beginning their morning toll, a sound...

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